...it's odd waking up
when the dream
felt so real
espejitos
we were children
playing hide and seek
in a library
and I kept looking
for you
espejitos
when I found you
you were much younger
than before
a baby
wrapped in a cashmere blanket
espejitos
I knew it was you
by the way you cried
and the way your fingers
reached toward my face
espejitos
I picked you up
your tears stopped
espejitos
I kissed your forehead
espejitos
and told you about
the glasswing butterflies
that sail through Florida...
